Libby basked in their happiness for her."Have you tried the piano?" Court asked.Libby shook her head."Go on then." He opened it for her."Chappel," she...mused as she sat on the stool. "I've heard of them but never come across one. She played a few chords and arpeggios. "I like it," she pronounced. "It's got a lot of depth and the bass is wonderful, rich and sonorous. Yum! I'm going to enjoy this piano." Well, play something. Don't just mess about," ordered Court.Libby glared at him and Jean. ‘But maybe if you’re good then one day she will but what will that sex be like hero? Will it be anything like what I can offer.’ She stood directly in front of him and slowly reached her hand up towards his chest. ‘Because I can offer you all the dirty pleasure you want.’ She sighed and very tenderly began to pinch his nipple. Despite his strength, he could feel his knees buckle as she unlocked some secret deep inside of him. Her grip tightened slightly and he groaned in pleasure as his cock. "I think you're on your way to a change right now." Thanks for listening mister," Gwen said as she left the store.The old man shook his head and sighed. "Why must they all be so oblivious to what is right in front of them! Now, how can I help you, Matt..."***The next day Gwen awoke and went to early morning baseball practice as she had done now for months. This practice led off into their first game of the season. Gwen was both excited and nervous to begin her season. Last year she had been. Her face was flushed, a rosy pink glow. Her eyes closed as she pumped up and down, her head tilted back. I reached up and took firm hold of her breasts, cupping them, stroking my thumbs over the satin nipples, squeezing them in my hands. She groaned, leaning into my touch. She, too, was losing herself, caught in the undertow of lust. The room began to take focus around us, suddenly. There was the rumble of a passing vehicle outside, the trail of its headlights sweeping through the room. And in.